The Bittersweet Taste of Life

Life loses more quality with each passing day

Every night I wonder why do I stay

You spend most of life sleeping or going to work

There is no excitement or any perks

Yet I fake the smiles and try not to cry

And I can not love, but I don’t know why

I lost my faith and my state of mind

I’m so fucked up that I need to lie

I can’t talk to those who can’t understand

They just blow me off or they reprimand

I feel lame again and cast off to the side

Forget the human race; advocate genocide

Reviews

[Catastrophe]

I loved this piece...it was just way too deep; the rhymes were perfect and so was the flow.
Lines 3-9 really had me nodding my head...I can relate to the words; sadly.
However, the write is amazing. Great Job!

[Bella22]

I really enjoyed this! I can really relate to this poem. I always enjoy reading your writing!!

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Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt, dude. Especially that last line. I think had I read this poem yesterday I'd'a certainly gone out and tried!

Thanks for some righteous verse.

[Phibby Venable]

well, this moves right along and has a list of fine lines.
you are doing some really good work.
I hope this year is extra special for you and I believe it
will be.
thanks for sharing your work..really like your honest
and strong representations.